"Actually," your new drinking buddy replies, as he passes you a fresh cold one, "they've got a pretty good year going so far. And thank you. I've been a little out of practice on this sort of thing. But what's important is.. well, you know what's important, and I don't think I need to tell you anything you already know."

"They come out at night..." She says, "...mostly. they look like what you'd expect, tall, skinny and gray with big black eyes. Just the other night I was taken by some of them.. I don't really know what happened, but when I woke up back at home, in my own bed, Well, it felt like they'd known how to treat a girl like me right.

"But right now," she continues, putting your hand to her chest, her desire for you even greater than before, "I'm seeing another visitor, a tall dark drink of man, someone who could use a nice welcome to this neck of the woods, if you catch my drift?"

Kreuzritter wrote:having kept your earbuds open for anything like what Mr. Garrison and Mr. Hat have described, you don't hear much outside of the usual crazy alien encounter stories... or just really drunk rednecks whose 'aliens' were clearly just drunken perceptions of the police, but a common thread to some of the more recent stuff has been a place called Stark's Pond

Since Cain and Tom were deep in their own conversations Picasso decided he'd start by sharing what he learned with Rhea and Rachel.

"I think I've got a place that we can start investigating once we get out of here. Apparently a lot of the weird stuff has been going on around a place called Stark's Pond. We can probably get Chef or one of the less inebriated locals to direct us there."

"Thank you," Cain says as the man passes him a beer. Not an avid beer drinker, Cain sipped the beer slowly.

"Well it's actually good to talk to someone about it. Sometimes I get caught up with these conversations in my head, I think I am going crazy."

Cain suddenly realized the man had called him by name without Cain telling him. A little odd, but Cain had done things like that too. He hadn't quite figured it out exactly, but sometimes, he could tell what others were thinking, especially when if he made physical contact. Made his first time with Sarah a total trip. Afterwords, she started saying things like "true love" and "soulmate;" a year later, he was on the news and she wouldn't return his calls.

"It's just hard sometimes, doing the right thing. Sometimes it feels like I am being punished for saving them."

"OH beleive me," the man replies, "I totally know that feeling. But we keep doing it all the same, no matter how much it sucks, because we know its worth it. You have your gifts, me, I'm just good at talking, listening, a little carpentry on the side. And some people'd say I'm wasting it all by being here, dealing with..."

he shrugs, gestures to the crowd's dancing and drinking

"But you've got to remember that these are just simple townsfolk. They are people of the land. The common clay of the American West. You know... Morons. If I don't help them, who will?"

Kreuzritter wrote:having kept your earbuds open for anything like what Mr. Garrison and Mr. Hat have described, you don't hear much outside of the usual crazy alien encounter stories... or just really drunk rednecks whose 'aliens' were clearly just drunken perceptions of the police, but a common thread to some of the more recent stuff has been a place called Stark's Pond

Since Cain and Tom were deep in their own conversations Picasso decided he'd start by sharing what he learned with Rhea and Rachel.

"I think I've got a place that we can start investigating once we get out of here. Apparently a lot of the weird stuff has been going on around a place called Stark's Pond. We can probably get Chef or one of the less inebriated locals to direct us there."

stavaros-the-arcane wrote:Since Cain and Tom were deep in their own conversations Picasso decided he'd start by sharing what he learned with Rhea and Rachel.

"I think I've got a place that we can start investigating once we get out of here. Apparently a lot of the weird stuff has been going on around a place called Stark's Pond. We can probably get Chef or one of the less inebriated locals to direct us there."

"Anything to get out of here."

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"Thank goodness its about time." Rhea sighed "The Broncos were nearly without one of their wide recievers thanks to a case of frostbite."

"If that guy was as good at catching the ball as he was putting his hands on me he'd never drop a pass." she snarked as she followed them out.

Picasso nodded with a sigh, "As Soon as Cain and Tom are done their conversations we make like a tree and leave."

"well see here,," the drunken compulsive game hunter starts to say, before looks you in the eye, steps back as you advance, before turning tail and running, before diving out the window screaming off into the night, something about mayans and spam